DN1 has placed me in a very difficult situation. She has asked to borrow my Louis Vuitton purse to wear to school for a civies (no uniform) day. Apparently she planned her deliberation all day yesterday and presented quite an argument last night. Although I do give her top marks for a well organized and thought out debate, I had to say no. I just think she is not responsible enough to be carrying such an expensive purse. So now I will deal with a hormonal teenager that will be in a snit til the cows come home. The trials and tribulations of motherhood. Speaking of trials, I had to go on the shopping trip that every mother of a pre-teenage daughter hates. Yes, the Bra Shop. Now ordinarliy, this may be a somewhat fun experience. Not, however when you have one of these. Hockey playing daughters do not like shopping for bras. Most of them don't even like shopping period (unless it is for new skates or stick). So finding a bra that has no wire, lace, flowers, padding or "push me up" things is not easy. And no, the sports bras are not the answer as this daughter is, how shall we say...well endowed. She needs support. We finally ended up with two she was happy with, 2 hours later. Is there a saint for mothers of teenage daughters?